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The Follower
 

“It’s been years since a thriller grabbed me the way Jason Starr’s
The Follower
did. I really couldn’t stop reading it…
The Follower
puts Starr up there with some of the greats of psychological suspense.”

—Joseph Finder,
bestselling author of
Power Play

“His most crowd-pleasing to date…[Starr] absolutely shines with these characters…A very funny, dark social satire.”

—Publishers Weekly

“The Follower
does for dating what
Jaws
did for swimming.”

—Ken Bruen,
Shamus award-winning author of
Priest

“A chilling, thrilling, and addictive tale of romantic love gone terrifyingly wrong. I couldn’t put it down!”

—Alison Gaylin,
Edgar-nominated author of
Trashed

“Jason Starr takes the big-city singles scene and turns it inside out. Keen social satire and a deliriously addictive story.”

—Megan Abbott,
Edgar-winning author of
Queenpin

“Jason Starr’s got a hip style and an ear for crackling dialogue. And he offers up characters that are so real we’re sure we know them.”

—Jeffery Deaver,
bestselling author of
The Cold Moon

“Jason Starr is hypnotically good—if you miss him, you’re missing some of the best new writing there is.”

—Lee Child,
bestselling author of
Bad Luck and Trouble

“Jason Starr is the first writer of his generation to convincingly update the modern crime novel by giving it provocative new spins.”

—Bret Easton Ellis,
bestselling author of
Lunar Park

“A chilling yet humorous tale of obsession.”


New York Daily News

“Writing as if he is channeling a heavenly collaboration involving James M. Cain, John Cheever, and Lawrence Durrell, Starr explores a ‘relationship’ involving an erstwhile suitor obsessed with a woman who barely regards him as a friend, examining vignettes from the viewpoints of each while infusing every page with a subtle but growing creepiness.”


Bookreporter.com
(Reviewer Pick 2007)

“The Follower
provides a denouement that is a satisfactory conclusion to the tale, yet that also causes ripples likely to emanate for years to come.”


January Magazine

“Starr’s writing is slick and his plotting is second to none…a compelling and enjoyable read.”


The Guardian
(London)

“This was my first experience of Starr’s writing and I found him irresistible. You will not be able to leave this book alone; as soon as you put it down, you find yourself surreptitiously picking it up again to squeeze just one more chapter into your day.”


Shots Magazine

The Follower

Jason Starr

 

St. Martin’s Paperbacks

 
 This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
 

THE FOLLOWER

 

Copyright © 2007 by Jason Starr.
Excerpt from
Panic Attack
copyright © 2008 by Jason Starr.

 

Cover photograph of:
Woman © Getty Images / Taxi
Man © Getty Images / Gallo Images
Subway © Getty Images / Robert Harding World Imagery

 

All rights reserved.

 

For information address St. Martin’s Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, NY 10010.

 

Library of Congress Catalog Card Number: 2007014167

 

ISBN: 0-312-94491-8
EAN: 978-0-312-94491-9

 

Printed in the United States of America

 

St. Martin’s Press hardcover edition / August 2007
St. Martin’s Paperbacks edition / December 2008

 

St. Martin’s Paperbacks are published by St. Martin’s Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, NY 10010.

 

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Twisted City

 

Tough Luck

 

Hard Feelings

 

Fake ID

 

Nothing Personal

 

Cold Cellar

 

For Sandy and Chynna

 

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.

—Jane Austen,
Pride and Prejudice

PART ONE
 
ONE
 

Peter Wells had never been turned
down for a job. He didn’t have to work very often, thank God, but when he needed work—and he desperately needed the receptionist job at the Metro Sports Club—he always got hired.

The interviewer, a musclehead named Jimmy, seemed like an asshole from the get-go. He told Peter to wait in his office because he was “in the middle of something.” Meanwhile, Peter watched through the Plexiglas as Jimmy hung out by the front desk with another musclehead, the two of them hitting on practically every girl who passed by.

Finally, maybe twenty minutes later, Jimmy came into the office and said, “Sorry about that, buddy, it’s been crazy here today,” and sat at his desk.

“No, problem, man,” Peter said, talking the way Jimmy talked, knowing it was a way to instantly connect with an employer.

Jimmy squinted at the résumé for several seconds, and then started looking at Peter’s left ear. That was what Peter thought anyway; then he turned and saw what Jimmy was staring at—the skinny dark-haired girl in black bicycle shorts who was bending over doing a hamstring stretch.

“Gotta love Nikki,” Jimmy said. “Comes here two times a day—uses machines, does cardio, must spend an hour on the StairMaster. Phenomenal body but, honestly, she’s only average at this place. People say the best-looking girls are in the Village and the Meatpacking District, but I’ll take the Upper
East Side chicks any day. Watch the advanced step classes sometime. I mean, yeah, you got some girls who need to lose some poundage, but most of them are total babes. They all starve themselves, that’s why. They eat salad and Tasti D-Lite for dinner every night, then come here to work off the calories. But, trust me, these chicks could be eighty-five pounds and you’d still wanna fuck ’em.”

Peter knew Jimmy would be an absolute nightmare to work for, but keeping the act going he said, “Yeah, she’s hot all right.”

Jimmy, looking at the résumé again, said, “So let’s see. You worked at Body Image in Santa Monica?”

“That’s right,” Peter said.

“How’d that go?”

“It went well. It went really well. But then they closed down so I had to leave.”

Actually, Peter had never worked at a health club in Santa Monica. He’d never even been there.

“And you worked in Mexico?” Jimmy asked.

“Yeah,” Peter said, “I was traveling a little bit, trying to figure out what to do, you know? I taught ESL.”

Another lie, although he’d lived in Mexico for a while.

“At L’Escuela International de Guadalajara?” Jimmy asked.

“Hablas español?”
Peter said.

“What?” Jimmy waited, then laughed and said, “Just kidding, man. I took it in high school and my dad’s half Puerto Rican, but I can’t talk for shit. But that’s good—you’re bilingual. You should talk to Carlos, trainer works on weekends…So you got any more gym experience?”

“Sure have,” Peter lied. “In college, I worked in the weight room a couple semesters. Volunteered.”

Peter hadn’t gone to college, but he doubted Jimmy would start checking references.

“Let’s see,” Jimmy said. “BA in English at the University of Colorado at Boulder. Looks like you’ve been all over, huh? Where’d you grow up?”

“Massachusetts.”

“Boston?”

‘Lenox.”

“Oh, that’s why I didn’t hear a Bahston accent.” Jimmy laughed. “So you say you want to be a trainer, huh?”

“That’s my goal,” Peter said, although he didn’t care what he did at the gym. He was planning to work there for a couple of weeks, tops, but he knew he had to show ambition.

“Well, this is a good place to work when you’re going for your license,” Jimmy said. “We’re flexible if you wanna go to school, take classes, whatever. We don’t give benefits for part-time, but a lot of people who work here start part-time and work their way up to full. But all I’ve got for you right now is a part-time desk job. You make sure people scan their cards when they come in, hand out towels, answer the phones…”

“That sounds good to me,” Peter said.

“It only pays nine-fifty an hour.”

“Money doesn’t matter.”

Jimmy looked up, surprised. Peter wished he could take that back.

“I mean, it matters,” Peter said. “Of course it matters. I just mean I want to work here to get some more health club experience under my belt so I can become a trainer someday. So it doesn’t really matter what I make right now.”

“I got ya, I got ya,” Jimmy said. “Well, it looks like you’ve got the credentials and you’re a good guy—if you want the job it’s yours, man.”

“I definitely want it.”

“Great. I can only give you part-time—morning shift, six to noon—and you gotta work weekends. I can get you extra hours here and there, but I can’t get you benefits and I’m gonna have to ten ninety-nine you.”

“That’s fine.”

“You can work out whenever you want and I’ll introduce you to the trainers—Scott, Mike, Carlos, Jenny. Man, wait till you see Jenny.”

Trying not to roll his eyes, Peter said, “A babe, huh?”

“Fucking smoking,” Jimmy said. “When can you start?”

“How about tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow works. Welcome aboard, my man.”

Jimmy and Peter shook hands.

As they left the office and headed along the corridor toward the front of the gym, Jimmy said, “So where do you live?”

“Right around the corner,” Peter said, “with my girlfriend.”

“Yeah?” Jimmy said.

“Yeah, maybe you know her. Katie. Katie Porter?”

“She’s tall, blond, nice shape?”

“Actually she has light brown hair and she’s about five three. But, yeah, she has a nice shape.”

“Nah, I’m confusing her,” Jimmy said, “but if she works out here, I’m sure I’ve seen her around. But that’s cool—that’s real cool. You got a girlfriend belongs to the gym, you’re living close by. So how’d you guys meet?”

“We grew up together.”

“High school sweethearts, huh?”

“Yeah, kind of.”

The musclehead Jimmy had been hanging out with before was walking by in the other direction.

“Hey, Mike,” Jimmy said to the guy. “This is Peter Wells. He’s gonna be working at the front desk and he wants to be a trainer.”

“Great,” Mike said and shook Peter’s hand with a very firm grip. “See you around, man.”

“Yeah, you, too.”

Peter and Jimmy stopped near the entrance to the gym.

“I gotta hit the weights, man,” Jimmy said. “When you come in tomorrow you can find me in the office and we’ll take care of the paperwork and all that bullshit then. Sound cool?”

“Sounds cool.”

“Hey, and you gotta introduce me to your girlfriend sometime.”

“I definitely will.”

Jimmy went back toward the locker room.

Peter was proud of himself. He’d hung in there, said all the right things, and he’d gotten the job. It was only a first step, but so far everything was going according to plan.

As he zipped his windbreaker, he scanned the main level of the gym. Dozens of overworked-looking twenty somethings
were listening to iPods or watching TV while they worked out on the StairMasters and treadmills. Peter hadn’t seen Katie when he arrived for the interview, and he didn’t see her now, either. He exited the health club and headed downtown along Third Avenue, walking fast with his hands in his pockets.

TWO
 

Andy Barnett was looking at the
monitor on his PC, at the little digital clock in the lower-right-hand corner. He had plenty of work to do—a new monthly sales survey for one of the companies he followed was due tomorrow—but it was 4:22, and after four in the afternoon Andy could never deal with work. He wished he could go online—check out his fantasy football team or IM his friends—but the bank’s system people monitored everything employees did on the Net, and this dude, Justin, who’d worked two cubicles down, had been fired two weeks ago for surfing on company time. So whenever Andy didn’t feel like working, he couldn’t do anything but zone out, staring at the monitor with an intense, focused expression, as if he were trying to solve some complicated problem, in case his boss or somebody else in management happened to pass by.

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